Last night my little girl had a babysitting job till 2 am. After she got the kids in bed she got lonely and started texting me. We "talked" for hours. It was so nice...
My girl is growing up. She is funny as hell and quick as a whip. She made me laugh, really laugh over and over.
I miss my little bundle of baby. I miss picking out her clothes and brushing her hair. I miss fixing easy problems, like skinned knees and missing dolls. Now the problems are hurtful comments by friends and boys breaking her heart.
But I wouldn’t miss this opportunity to get to know the young woman she is becoming.